“I surrender to anyone except my king!” I challenged as I drew my sword. I saw a man wearing a black robe with a scar on his right eye come out with three other men. I steadied my sword. “I will never surrender!”
“All right then,” the commander snarled. “If that’s the way you want it… come get it!”
Sweat dripped down my brow as I held my sword. My courage almost disappeared as fear and anxiety weighed down on me. But no… I couldn’t back down, or give up, I had a mission. My mission…to save the king…my king.
I awoke. I found myself in a dark and dingy cell. I didn’t understand. Why am I here? My eyes quickly adjusted to my surroundings. The dismal cell was dreary.
The only light was a small window, insufficient to give any light. There was no door for the cell was more like a colossal hole. The only way to get out is up, which was impossible because I was in chains.
The smell was unbearable. The dungeon smelled like, well, let’s just say you don’t want to know. The only water was the sewage from the corroded drain above. Once and awhile I could hear the scurried footsteps of rats and the constant drip of the the sewage water from above dripping in my hair.
Then I remembered… they captured me. Was all lost? The grip of my chains was excruciating both physical and spiritual as well. My hands were white from no blood circulation but what was worse was that my mission to save my king was in the dungeon as well.
My heart sank hopelessly. I slumped back into to the most comfortable spot against the wall.
Then I heard something…
Was it footsteps?
Yes, it is! Wait!…
I heard voices. Soldiers I guessed. I strained my ears to see if there was any news from the outer world to be of my use.
“Burlack, why in the world do you, in your right mind, put him down there?” Questioned one guard in an annoyed manner.
“I dunno know,” replied Burlack trying to defend himself. “I was just obeying the boss.”
“King!” Interrupted the other. “He is the new King now and he shall be called King!”
“What happened with the other one Byron?”
“Our new King will terminate him at dawn and our great King will then rule forever!”
I gasped. I had no time to lose! I struggled with my chains but to no avail. I needed help… my King needed help, but most of all… we needed hope.
Hannah Chou is a 12- year old Classical Conversations student. She does calligraphy and was a journalist for the Classical Conversations newspaper. You can find out more about Hannah at pingpennpaper.wordpress.com